Angst

 

She lay quietly listening

for the latch to open

Her anxiety mounting

as each hour passed

His steak was over cooked

Nothing one could change

He threw his plate

into the garbage

He pushed her aside

and left

Her relief was short-lived

He would be drinking,

his animosity building

All his small resentments

morphing into monumental

insults

worthy of retributive justice

She should take flight,

hide

but where?

A woman in a war zone

alone in the darkness

 of night

Ellecee

Day 25 - NaPoWriMo 2024

Prompt: to be a woman in a war zone 

From: TP_Poetry